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05/12/2025
I was working in the basement of our house. My wife, Wilma, (not her real name) was at work and I expected her to arrive home around 5 P.M. as she did every evening. I heard her enter the house and in a moment she was descending the basement steps with a most unusual look on her face. She had the look of someone who had a secret or a joke she was dying to tell.
“Danny called me at work today,” she said casually. Danny is her cousin. I’d met him a few times at family functions and knew who he was. He is a trucker and away from home a lot. He frequently calls her at work and at home. So her news was not unusual.
“And?” I asked.
“And I have to tell you something,” she said. She explained to me that she has had an emotional tie to Danny since she was a teenager. He was the first boy to kiss her. She was fifteen at the time. But kiss is all that they did. He was the first boy to feel her up but no sex, until . . . Shortly after she became engaged to me, she rendezvoused with him in Michigan and they spent the night together, satisfying a long-enduring but unsated lust.
This revelation was a surprise to me and I wondered where it was going. Wilma laughed softly as though the memory amused her. “The next morning he was so pitiful,” she said. “He felt so guilty and said he had betrayed his wife.”
“So what happened today?” I asked.
“Ever since we were together he likes to call me and have phone sex, especially when he is on the road and horny. He says he and his wife never have sex any more. He said she has a lover and he saw them fucking.”
Well, most married men who are looking to get laid have a sob story of some sort. The cold and aloof wife is probably the commonest. The cold and aloof wife with a lover is next. That he got to watch her getting laid was a bit of a turn on for me. It’s one of my favorite fantasies: lover or wife get fucked by another man, or men, while I watch. It’s a fantasy that became a reality several times in previous relationships but one of which I never tire. I knew she was telling me this because she was either trying to turn me on or she was leading somewhere.
“Did you have phone sex today?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Well, that did it for me. I went from mildly turned on to decidedly horny. I wanted her to tell me all about it in detail, Technicolor, and 3-D.
“He asked me if I thought you would like the idea of the three of us getting together.”
“You mean, for a threesome?”
“Yes.”
My mind was screaming, “Hell, yeah.” But what I said was, “You know I would like that. I hope you said yes.”
“I said I’d talk to you about it. He’s passing through this area soon hauling a load of apples to Canada.”
“Next time he gets in touch with you, tell him we discussed it and I’m all for it. But why would he ask if he feels guilty over his wife?”
“I guess he got over it.”
It had been a long time since I felt so excited and lustful toward Wilma. Our togetherness had long since reached state of indifference. We no longer used her toys which, at the beginning of our relationship, we used regularly: her nipple clips, dildos of various sizes with and without vibrators, and her butt plugs.
We still had feelings of affection for each other and there was no animosity between us. We still had sex every week or two, on weekend mornings if we happened to be awake at the same time, in bed, and were both in the mood. Our relationship was stale, stale, stale. Her news about Danny was a vitamin shot to my libido. I could hardly wait to see this happen.
Not long after our conversation Danny called to inform us he would be passing through in a few days. He always spoke to Wilma, never to me. I had tried to text him once with a sexy bon mot about Wilma but he quickly responded to tell me never to text him because he never knew when he’d be home and his wife might be curious who was sending a text. And he really didn’t want her to see what I was saying. So I never initiated contact with him and he never contacted me.
I didn’t mind Wilma being our go-between. I only wished that if he was going to call her for phone sex he would call her at home on weekend mornings. I guess he was shy about such things because he never did. We informed him of what town he should stop in, one about ten miles from where we lived, and get a room. We promised to reimburse him for half the cost.
As the day approached we were disappointed when he called to tell us the trip was cancelled. He assured us that it would only be a matter of time before he was assigned a new load. We would have to be patient. Did I have a choice? In two or three weeks he called again to inform us he would be in state in a few days. Again we told him where to take a room. When he was actually on the road and heading in our direction we received a cell phone call from to say he was on his way.
He called every couple of hours to inform us of his progress. When we were within a couple of hours of zero hour, Wilma and I prepared for our “date.” We both showered and got scrupulously clean. We got together a few items to provide some entertainment while we all relaxed. She packed a deck of cards and I took along a DVD of X-rated movies and a laptop on which to play it. After he called to verify he had checked in to the motel, we left to join him but stopped on the way to buy a couple of six packs of beer.
Good beer, and not that American crap. When we arrived at the motel his rig was parked out of the way. He was standing nearby looking somewhat ill at ease. He welcomed us and took us to see the room. It had a mini-fridge and I stowed the beer. I noticed the room had two queen sized beds instead of a king. I made a passing comment that folks with our intentions would be better off with a king. He became embarrassed and apologetic. His reaction was way too strong for such a minor faux pas. I assured him that the beds were fine and not to fret over it. I paid him our share of the motel bill.
He had not eaten. None of us had. I didn’t feel like eating, or rather the only eating I wanted to do was at the café located between Wilma’s thighs and I wanted to treat him to dinner there. We wound up going to a Chinese restaurant across the street where I paid the tab. After dinner we returned to the room. Danny seemed happy there was beer and proceeded to drink while Wilma got the cards. I did not offer to play the DVD because the time did not yet seem ripe. We played cards and drank beer for perhaps an hour when Danny suddenly sprang to feet and declared. “I can’t do this!” I thought he was talking about the cards.
Wilma asked him kindly what he was concerned about. It seems the issue of marital fidelity had raised its ugly head in his mind again. He doubted he could cheat on his wife. Both Wilma and I talked to him trying to calm him down. When he seemed resolved to go forward, I unbuttoned and removed Wilma’s blouse and bra.
“Look how lovely her tits are,” I told him. And they are lovely indeed. Not overly large but firm and well-shaped with nipples that always seem to me to be erect. Her areolae are the loveliest shade of pink and just the right size for her breasts. “There are two of them, one for each of us.” I proceeded to suckle on one and beckoned for him to join me. As I sucked her tit and kissed her lips, my hands roamed over her body caressing her chest and belly. I paused only long enough to get undressed and to finish undressing Wilma.
I continued my ministrations of Wilma for quite some time during which Danny had managed to undress himself. After undressing her completely I was able to rub her calves and thighs and run my fingers through the hair on her pussy. With a finger I could get bet between her cunt lips and feel her wetness.
I could tell she was ready for anything that could happen next except for what did happen. She touched him to relax him and attempted to get a grip on his cock. But Danny seemed to be having a problem. Neither her kisses nor the delights of her bosom nor the sight of her lovely pussy seemed to be making the proper impression on him. He was as soft as Dairy Queen ice cream. Softer.
Wilma’s gentle stroking of his member was having no affect. He looked and sounded miserable as he apologized for his condition. I could tell Danny was not having a good time. I am not sure what Wilma was thinking but I believe she was nonplussed by her inability to get a rise out a man, this man whom she had loved somewhat since their adolescence.
She had done it before. Why wasn’t it working now? I don’t know why I didn’t think of it then but I should have suggested she suck his cock. I know she had done it before. She had told me. And I don’t know why she didn’t think of it either.
As for me, I was highly aroused. Here we were, my wife naked with two naked men, one who was going to fuck her and one who might. Having Danny present and gazing on my wife’s nakedness was stimulating. Wilma was lying on her back on one of the queen-size beds. “If you don’t want some of this,” I said to Danny, “I do.” I lay on my side and raised Wilma’s legs. Wilma’s pussy was wet and open. My cock, not having an ounce of difficulty getting hard, was glossy with precum.
I entered her cunt smoothly and effortlessly and began stroking into her with earnestness. I had chosen this position because it would allow Danny to get a continuous view of my cock sliding in and out of Wilma’s pussy, if he would only look. I don’t know if he looked or not because my attention was given to Wilma’s pussy. The dividends of her never having children was paying off for me as her pussy was as tight and gripping as it was the day she got popped.
I don’t know remember how long I fucked her. Quite a long time, I think, but never felt myself getting close to a climax. I fucked her long enough I was getting tired and I needed a break. I rolled away from her to get comfortable beside her.
Danny, holding his cock in one hand, announced he thought he was ready to give it a go. He climbed atop her and she spread her legs for him. He lay there with her in the missionary position for 15 or 20 seconds and then got up again. He wasn’t ready after all.
Our event was running out of steam. I had pleased myself with Wilma’s body and the exotic situation but I hadn’t cum yet. Danny was feeling disappointment, I’m sure, in addition to humiliation. He began to dress. I don’t know how Wilma felt. I’m confident she did not cum and I don’t know if she would have cum with her cousin if he had been able to perform.
I think she felt pity for him. I did not want to prolong Danny’s discomfort by staying any longer than was necessary so I made up a lame excuse about our needing to get home to take care of the dog. Wilma and I dressed. As we prepared to depart I told Danny the sympathetic things traditionally said by men in such situations: don’t worry about it; you were tired; we’ll get together again soon and it work out then.
Wilma and I haven’t seen Danny since. He still calls her but not a tenth as much. She has since retired so he can only call her at home. I don’t know if he calls her for phone sex but he won’t initiate it when I’m there. I want him to. I want to do the things to Wilma he says he wants to do, while he’s listening. I know he has suggested another attempt at a ménage because she told me.
I ask her feelings about the matter and she said she was unwilling to break her marital vow which she “took in church in front of God.” I reminded her that her vow was to be faithful to me and I was willing to write her a hall pass.
I have a couple of friends willing to join Wilma and me in an adequately sized bed but if I mention it to her she always says no. Those vows, don’t you know. I’ve suggested it several times and each time her refusal is more vociferous than the time before. I think she means it, that she will never break her marital vow unless, perhaps, Danny asks her to.
After we left Danny I could hardly wait to get back home. I still hadn’t cum yet but soon remedied that.
Afterword: A few years later, Wilma rethought the whole marital vows thing and decided to participate in a threesome with me and my best friend. But that is another story.
“Danny called me at work today,” she said casually. Danny is her cousin. I’d met him a few times at family functions and knew who he was. He is a trucker and away from home a lot. He frequently calls her at work and at home. So her news was not unusual.
“And?” I asked.
“And I have to tell you something,” she said. She explained to me that she has had an emotional tie to Danny since she was a teenager. He was the first boy to kiss her. She was fifteen at the time. But kiss is all that they did. He was the first boy to feel her up but no sex, until . . . Shortly after she became engaged to me, she rendezvoused with him in Michigan and they spent the night together, satisfying a long-enduring but unsated lust.
This revelation was a surprise to me and I wondered where it was going. Wilma laughed softly as though the memory amused her. “The next morning he was so pitiful,” she said. “He felt so guilty and said he had betrayed his wife.”
“So what happened today?” I asked.
“Ever since we were together he likes to call me and have phone sex, especially when he is on the road and horny. He says he and his wife never have sex any more. He said she has a lover and he saw them fucking.”
Well, most married men who are looking to get laid have a sob story of some sort. The cold and aloof wife is probably the commonest. The cold and aloof wife with a lover is next. That he got to watch her getting laid was a bit of a turn on for me. It’s one of my favorite fantasies: lover or wife get fucked by another man, or men, while I watch. It’s a fantasy that became a reality several times in previous relationships but one of which I never tire. I knew she was telling me this because she was either trying to turn me on or she was leading somewhere.
“Did you have phone sex today?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Well, that did it for me. I went from mildly turned on to decidedly horny. I wanted her to tell me all about it in detail, Technicolor, and 3-D.
“He asked me if I thought you would like the idea of the three of us getting together.”
“You mean, for a threesome?”
“Yes.”
My mind was screaming, “Hell, yeah.” But what I said was, “You know I would like that. I hope you said yes.”
“I said I’d talk to you about it. He’s passing through this area soon hauling a load of apples to Canada.”
“Next time he gets in touch with you, tell him we discussed it and I’m all for it. But why would he ask if he feels guilty over his wife?”
“I guess he got over it.”
It had been a long time since I felt so excited and lustful toward Wilma. Our togetherness had long since reached state of indifference. We no longer used her toys which, at the beginning of our relationship, we used regularly: her nipple clips, dildos of various sizes with and without vibrators, and her butt plugs.
We still had feelings of affection for each other and there was no animosity between us. We still had sex every week or two, on weekend mornings if we happened to be awake at the same time, in bed, and were both in the mood. Our relationship was stale, stale, stale. Her news about Danny was a vitamin shot to my libido. I could hardly wait to see this happen.
Not long after our conversation Danny called to inform us he would be passing through in a few days. He always spoke to Wilma, never to me. I had tried to text him once with a sexy bon mot about Wilma but he quickly responded to tell me never to text him because he never knew when he’d be home and his wife might be curious who was sending a text. And he really didn’t want her to see what I was saying. So I never initiated contact with him and he never contacted me.
I didn’t mind Wilma being our go-between. I only wished that if he was going to call her for phone sex he would call her at home on weekend mornings. I guess he was shy about such things because he never did. We informed him of what town he should stop in, one about ten miles from where we lived, and get a room. We promised to reimburse him for half the cost.
As the day approached we were disappointed when he called to tell us the trip was cancelled. He assured us that it would only be a matter of time before he was assigned a new load. We would have to be patient. Did I have a choice? In two or three weeks he called again to inform us he would be in state in a few days. Again we told him where to take a room. When he was actually on the road and heading in our direction we received a cell phone call from to say he was on his way.
He called every couple of hours to inform us of his progress. When we were within a couple of hours of zero hour, Wilma and I prepared for our “date.” We both showered and got scrupulously clean. We got together a few items to provide some entertainment while we all relaxed. She packed a deck of cards and I took along a DVD of X-rated movies and a laptop on which to play it. After he called to verify he had checked in to the motel, we left to join him but stopped on the way to buy a couple of six packs of beer.
Good beer, and not that American crap. When we arrived at the motel his rig was parked out of the way. He was standing nearby looking somewhat ill at ease. He welcomed us and took us to see the room. It had a mini-fridge and I stowed the beer. I noticed the room had two queen sized beds instead of a king. I made a passing comment that folks with our intentions would be better off with a king. He became embarrassed and apologetic. His reaction was way too strong for such a minor faux pas. I assured him that the beds were fine and not to fret over it. I paid him our share of the motel bill.
He had not eaten. None of us had. I didn’t feel like eating, or rather the only eating I wanted to do was at the café located between Wilma’s thighs and I wanted to treat him to dinner there. We wound up going to a Chinese restaurant across the street where I paid the tab. After dinner we returned to the room. Danny seemed happy there was beer and proceeded to drink while Wilma got the cards. I did not offer to play the DVD because the time did not yet seem ripe. We played cards and drank beer for perhaps an hour when Danny suddenly sprang to feet and declared. “I can’t do this!” I thought he was talking about the cards.
Wilma asked him kindly what he was concerned about. It seems the issue of marital fidelity had raised its ugly head in his mind again. He doubted he could cheat on his wife. Both Wilma and I talked to him trying to calm him down. When he seemed resolved to go forward, I unbuttoned and removed Wilma’s blouse and bra.
“Look how lovely her tits are,” I told him. And they are lovely indeed. Not overly large but firm and well-shaped with nipples that always seem to me to be erect. Her areolae are the loveliest shade of pink and just the right size for her breasts. “There are two of them, one for each of us.” I proceeded to suckle on one and beckoned for him to join me. As I sucked her tit and kissed her lips, my hands roamed over her body caressing her chest and belly. I paused only long enough to get undressed and to finish undressing Wilma.
I continued my ministrations of Wilma for quite some time during which Danny had managed to undress himself. After undressing her completely I was able to rub her calves and thighs and run my fingers through the hair on her pussy. With a finger I could get bet between her cunt lips and feel her wetness.
I could tell she was ready for anything that could happen next except for what did happen. She touched him to relax him and attempted to get a grip on his cock. But Danny seemed to be having a problem. Neither her kisses nor the delights of her bosom nor the sight of her lovely pussy seemed to be making the proper impression on him. He was as soft as Dairy Queen ice cream. Softer.
Wilma’s gentle stroking of his member was having no affect. He looked and sounded miserable as he apologized for his condition. I could tell Danny was not having a good time. I am not sure what Wilma was thinking but I believe she was nonplussed by her inability to get a rise out a man, this man whom she had loved somewhat since their adolescence.
She had done it before. Why wasn’t it working now? I don’t know why I didn’t think of it then but I should have suggested she suck his cock. I know she had done it before. She had told me. And I don’t know why she didn’t think of it either.
As for me, I was highly aroused. Here we were, my wife naked with two naked men, one who was going to fuck her and one who might. Having Danny present and gazing on my wife’s nakedness was stimulating. Wilma was lying on her back on one of the queen-size beds. “If you don’t want some of this,” I said to Danny, “I do.” I lay on my side and raised Wilma’s legs. Wilma’s pussy was wet and open. My cock, not having an ounce of difficulty getting hard, was glossy with precum.
I entered her cunt smoothly and effortlessly and began stroking into her with earnestness. I had chosen this position because it would allow Danny to get a continuous view of my cock sliding in and out of Wilma’s pussy, if he would only look. I don’t know if he looked or not because my attention was given to Wilma’s pussy. The dividends of her never having children was paying off for me as her pussy was as tight and gripping as it was the day she got popped.
I don’t know remember how long I fucked her. Quite a long time, I think, but never felt myself getting close to a climax. I fucked her long enough I was getting tired and I needed a break. I rolled away from her to get comfortable beside her.
Danny, holding his cock in one hand, announced he thought he was ready to give it a go. He climbed atop her and she spread her legs for him. He lay there with her in the missionary position for 15 or 20 seconds and then got up again. He wasn’t ready after all.
Our event was running out of steam. I had pleased myself with Wilma’s body and the exotic situation but I hadn’t cum yet. Danny was feeling disappointment, I’m sure, in addition to humiliation. He began to dress. I don’t know how Wilma felt. I’m confident she did not cum and I don’t know if she would have cum with her cousin if he had been able to perform.
I think she felt pity for him. I did not want to prolong Danny’s discomfort by staying any longer than was necessary so I made up a lame excuse about our needing to get home to take care of the dog. Wilma and I dressed. As we prepared to depart I told Danny the sympathetic things traditionally said by men in such situations: don’t worry about it; you were tired; we’ll get together again soon and it work out then.
Wilma and I haven’t seen Danny since. He still calls her but not a tenth as much. She has since retired so he can only call her at home. I don’t know if he calls her for phone sex but he won’t initiate it when I’m there. I want him to. I want to do the things to Wilma he says he wants to do, while he’s listening. I know he has suggested another attempt at a ménage because she told me.
I ask her feelings about the matter and she said she was unwilling to break her marital vow which she “took in church in front of God.” I reminded her that her vow was to be faithful to me and I was willing to write her a hall pass.
I have a couple of friends willing to join Wilma and me in an adequately sized bed but if I mention it to her she always says no. Those vows, don’t you know. I’ve suggested it several times and each time her refusal is more vociferous than the time before. I think she means it, that she will never break her marital vow unless, perhaps, Danny asks her to.
After we left Danny I could hardly wait to get back home. I still hadn’t cum yet but soon remedied that.
Afterword: A few years later, Wilma rethought the whole marital vows thing and decided to participate in a threesome with me and my best friend. But that is another story.
Poster:
Cousin Chuck
